Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.

All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I've said before, bugs in amber.

One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.

The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror.

I wanted all things to seem to make some sense, so we could all be happy, yes, instead of tense. And I made up lies, so they could all fit nice, and I made this sad world a paradise.

The citadel was dark, and the heroes were sleeping. When they breathed, it was as if they were testing the air for dragon smoke.

If you're just passing through, or looking me up, or maybe you took a wrong turn at Google, but whatever, leave me something while you're here.

A quote, or a song lyric, or a picture, or something you've been thinking about lately, or a story idea or a poem. Whatever, just whatever's in your head, I kinda wanna know about it.

This is mostly to give me possible writing prompts for things, but also for all of you. If anyone sees something cool and wants to do something with it, go for it.

ALSO. I give blanket permission to anyone who wants to podfic anything I've written. Same goes for art or remix or fanmix or ebook or...whatever. Go for it, just let me know! ETA 7/11/12: Please keep whatever work you create within fandom and fandom only, because The Man just seriously brings me down.